Last Line for Tayo

 

These stories

We have heard them before

The places remain

Only the names have changed

It seems quite steady

Always, already

Does something sound different

This time around?

Like the facsimile has faded

The ink ran dry

Things dropped off

The end of the page

Is there more?

Something I can write

That awakens

Opens the space

Clears the path

For Spider Woman

Her Ceremony

For the fatigued